The Iron Council has a peculiarity that Drunken Wind remembered only after Samuro had slashed one. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As long as one of these three guys dies, the remaining two will instantly return to their full state and inherit the skills of the dead guy.

Moreover, depending on the order in which these three iron bumps fell, the difficulty of this battle is also different.

The drunken Samuro didn't look like a calm Juggernaut at all, and he disrupted the rhythm of the drunken wind, hacking to death the one who should have been left last.

This means that Drunken Wind has to choose the most difficult mode.

The helpless drunken wind can only comfort himself, "It's okay, just get into the state quickly", and then follow - although in wow's dungeon, a series of bosses are about the same difficulty, but in fact, I know with my knees that the Iron Council is much easier to deal with than those guardians!

So a Hardmode Council of Steel won't cause much trouble for Drunk.

But when the drunken wind rolled all the way here, things were not quite what he imagined.

Samuro is one against two, and still has the upper hand!

Unlike the drunken wind that hurt the eggs, Samuro was unconcerned about the recovery of the two remaining steel creations, and he muttered as he waved the sharp knife in his hand.

While!

"The meaning of the fire blade, no one can stop it!"

While!

"The path of the fire blade, no one can decide!"

While!

"The enemy of the fire blade, no one can live!"

With each slash of the long knife, Samuro would mutter—and because he swung the sword so fast, it sounded like the sword master was singing a rap to the drunken wind......

Among Samuro's raps, the second to fall is the rune master Morkim.

Zuifeng couldn't help but cover his face with his hands.

Afraid of what comes.

Thanks to Samuro's unremitting efforts, the Iron Council is indeed the most difficult.

Now, there is only one Steelbreaker left, but a super-evolved Steelbreaker.

Not only is each attack powerful and heavy, with its own electric field and lightning enchantment effects, but in the state of overload, the speed is outrageously fast, and the drunken wind is even a little out of rhythm.

Samuro finally couldn't cope with it - even Samuro plus the drunken wind couldn't do it!

"Gianna, can you control him?" Drunken Wind shouted loudly, "It's too fast, it's hard to deal with!" ”

"Do your best." Gianna pursed her lips, "The environment here is very problematic......"

Gianna also has a bitterness that she can't say.

At this moment, under Yugsaron's control, Ulduar is also full of rich arcane energy, but this is a distorted, tainted arcane energy.

Before Gianna can cast the spell, she needs to "manually purify" the arcane energy here.

It's like when you use an irrigation system to irrigate your crops, you need to do a sewage purification first, and then you have to pay an astronomical amount of electricity.

And Gianna, as a mage, her "electricity bill" is her own spiritual power.

Gritting her teeth, Gianna raised the staff in her hand and began to unleash a blizzard - using the tainted arcane energy, Gianna didn't even dare to summon the water elemental, in case the polluted water elemental was summoned, then the fun would be great!

A blizzard envelops the area of the Steelbreaker.

There was still no damage, only a blizzard with a slowing effect - even with such the most energy-saving spell, Gianna was already a little dizzy.

If it weren't for the help of the Courage Wine, Gianna might have gone crazy by absorbing too much of Yogsaron's energy!

But in any case, the effect of the spell is obvious.

The Steelbreaker's speed began to slow down dramatically, and Drunken Wind clearly sensed that he had found the possibility of a deadly attack.

It's a pity that the protagonist of this battle is not destined to be the protagonist of this book.

As the Steelbreaker's speed began to drop, Samuro erupted again.

The body shook and split into four.

Four Samuro with fireblade banners on their backs, rosaries around their necks, and long knives in their hands appeared out of thin air - mirror image!

Then, suddenly, the four Samuro disappeared with a swift stride.

When they reappeared, the four Samuro had already surrounded the Steel Breaker in the middle with a swastika formation.

The next moment, the four Samuro Qi jumped up in unison.

"Die, Iron Pimple!"

Critical Strike x4.

Steelbreaker turns on defensive mode and attempts to parry.

But if the Fireblade Clan's fatal blow was so easy to parry, then they wouldn't be qualified to be called the Sword Master.

The block was clearly completed, but the four long knives slashed at the torso of the Broken Steel as if they were not blocked at all.

Put away the knife and come again!

Another fatal blow, and when the Steel Breaker tried to block again, his steel-forged arm fell directly to the ground.

This time, four sharp fireblade long knives were directly inserted into the four directions of the steel breaker's waist.

The four Samuro slashed their long knives horizontally at the same time.

Removing the mirror, Samuro stood with his sword in hand.

The Broken Steel's waist is a complete, smooth incision.

Samuro's long knife became hot due to the sharp cut, but the Fireblade Blade Blademaster didn't care at all, and used his bracer to lightly wipe the hot edge of the long knife.

"Zheng!"

The long knife trembled.

At the same time, the steel breaker finally broke in two and collapsed with a bang.

"My death will only hasten your defeat ......"

Iron Council, Eliminate!

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It's a pity that Samuro's long knife doesn't have a scabbard - otherwise, with a retracting action, it will be absolutely handsome!

However, just as he was drunk, Samuro suddenly flushed red and gave him a long hiccups.

"Hiccup————

After the wine burp, the Fire Blade Sword Saint, who had just been imposing, collapsed directly to the ground, in a clump of collapse.

Samuro was drunk.

For the sake of his own will, Samuro had never drunk alcohol, and the drunken gall was his first exposure to alcoholic beverages......

Drunken Wind was suddenly afraid, he really didn't expect the Orc Sword Saint to drink so badly, fortunately he got drunk after the battle was completed, otherwise if he got drunk just after fighting, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable!

Drunken Wind had just picked up Samuro on his side, and Brooks had suddenly thrown out his tomahawk.

"Come out, rats!"

The door-panel-like tomahawk whizzed through the air and snapped into a corner wall not far ahead.

Drunken Wind raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Looks like there's an enemy again?

There's never a moment to spare!

But to Drunken's surprise, it wasn't the archivist he thought he thought (and her cat) that appeared, but two familiar guys.

Brian Copperbeard and Zur.

What's going on?

What about Khadgar, Alexstasa and Malygos?

After recognizing the drunken wind, the two of them walked directly and briskly.